where sunbeams twist and slide beneath yesterdays, piecing together the echoes of unrecalled dreams. Floating here, a plume of memories unclear.
Whisper of winds beneath open skies,
Wings unfurling, bathing in twilight's touch,
shadows stretching far into mystic realms.
It's a gentle pull, isn't it? like the curl of ocean tides, coaxing the stories hidden deep as we wander through strands of what once was or might yet be.
Take a step, take a breath—past the veil of chatter, hear the clock tick backwards and the gardens sigh in hues of forgotten laughter.
Mirrors show... what do they show? Perhaps just the turn
of the earth as we dance along paths less travelled.
Embrace the folds, embrace the unknown.